I've Arrived

You broke through

Egon enters the house and goes straight to his room, closing himself inside. Plopping his backpack on his bed and opening it up. Not in the mood for Vin's questions, he bolts into the bathroom.

In front of a mirror he lifts his shirt up halfway, seeing a nasty bruise forming on his stomach.
"Fuck" he grumbles.
The pain is nagging, relentless. He grabs a couple Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, and downs them with some water. He runs his fingers through his hair, taking a last well meaning look in the mirror making sure he appears natural, normal, like nothing negative happened earlier. This facade is for his own sake, it keeps him grounded.

Moving back into the bedroom he is shocked to see Vin out of the bag but laying facedown on his bed. He is motionless and silent.
Did my encounter with Luke have an effect on
him? More so than me?

Egon sits down on the bed next to Vin. The weasel doesn't  stir.

Giblet's music sounds morose, like a death march, as if sensing the mood.

Egon's anxiety is building. He starts scratching at his knees.
This is unnerving. He's so out of character right now. I feel like I'm falling. Ok ok I'll admit, I confess, I need his boisterous nature. Maybe if I tell him? Maybe if I talk?

Clearing his throat, Egon breaks the silence.
"When I met you, I didn't question things as much as I should have. I mean, yeah, I was shocked and did have questions .... but I was too quick to accept it all. I accepted something, someone as ridiculous as a talking weasel, straight away. In my gut, I knew why."
Egon catches Vin's ears perking up and the way they swivel. Happy to note Vin is listening.

"You had no fear. And your confidence ... that's what drew me in the most. You have so much confidence in that little body. When I'm with you. that confidence boosts me."

Vin rolls over and faces him.  It is disheartening to see the fur under his eyes all wet.
An eager expression is evident.
He wants me to continue even though he's distressed. As the saying goes , The truth can heal. Keep telling him what I feel...

"I've always felt like I had to hide myself from the World. After Mom died 3 years ago, it was like ... she wasn't the only one that was buried. I found myself buried as well. And Dad .... I ... I can't even talk to him anymore. He's completely lost himself. Everyday he does the same thing, says the same thing. He's stuck on repeat and nothing will deviate him from it. It's like, he's afraid he facing the truth and moving on.
He doesn't go out shopping or anything. I grab a little money out of his wallet to buy some food and supplies from a convenience store I can bike to without going into an asthma attack I can't recover from.
Ive lost him from my life along with Mom."

Egon pauses briefly to take a shaky breath, before resuming,

"Your confidence, your no-holds-back attitude, your outgoing nature, it's unEarthed a part of me and it feels so fucking good.
I can be myself with you, and I need that.
I've always known that since you first spoke to me. That's why I barely hesitated to bring you home, even though you're not scientifically possible.
I'm starting to believe all of it, that you are real."

So many words tumble out of him.  He pumps  the breaks on his speaking to examine Vin.  

   Vin is sitting up, looking thoughtful, hopeful.  
"You think I'm confident? And I've helped you?"  His voice squeaks.

   It's concerning that Vin is doubting that. Doubting himself. 
He hasn't snapped out of it yet, even though he looks better.  Fucking Luke, he's such an Asshole.
"I don't make it a habit to have a heart to heart or bare my feelings, so when I do, you better believe it's all truth."

   Vin's eyes narrow as he takes this in.  Then, a wide smile emerges on his face and he pumps his fists in the air. 
"Yeah!!! They were wrong! All of them, Wrong!!  I am the Greatest!!"